SotDG: Book 1 Vengeance

Chapter 3 Demon Awakened

So I changed some of the character backgrounds just a tad bit as well as some minor but important details. Just putting it out there in case you notice some discrepancies. Anyway Enjoy and as always thank you for you support.

A powerful pressure filled the air. The Bone Devils froze in place and the ritualists watched the scene before them unfold with wide eyes. The box they had sacrificed so much to unlock was now slowly opening. But even though it was right in front of them no one could move a muscle.

The world trembled and space itself showed ripples as Asura's pain filled roar continue to sound out. The box was reacting heavily to him, shaking violently and emitting a dark glow.

"What is this?! The artifact why is it reacting like this?" One of the ritualists asked out loud.

"It's the boy! Kill the boy!" Another ritualist shouted as he managed to break free of the pressure and charged towards Asura.

Asura grew quiet and his eyes closed as the ritualist drew near. His mouth showed a cruel and evil smile as he saw the lack of resistance in the boy. His hand stretched out clutching a dagger aimed at Asura's head. But in the moment he came near the black box shook one last time before falling to the ground. The black light left the box and shot towards Asura in the blink of an eye. The ritualist feeling a merciless killing intent turned around just in time to see the light flash past his body.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth moved silently trying to find words to speak. He saw the ground rising up towards his face and the world seemed to spin. In that moment he saw a familiar body in front of him fall to its knees. Blood flew from its vacant and headless shoulders, it was his body he was seeing his own headless body. His head hit the ground and rolled to the side as his body collapsed to the ground.

The surrounding ritualists stared in shock unsure of what they just witnessed. As they attempted to make sense of the situation a scream sounded out and blood sprayed into the air. The ritualists all turned to face the origin of the scream only to see one of their fellow ritualists standing with hands in front of him trying to grasp at the foreign object that was protruding through his body.

It was a dark blue glowing claw grasping a beating heart. They watched as the hand retracted through the body allowing the ritualist to fall to his knees before another mist of blood sprayed into the air from a vertical gash separating his body straight down the center. Fear welled up in the hearts of the ritualist as they watched the body split apart before being consumed by a violet flame revealing a figure standing behind it.

The young boy from earlier was standing there eyes closed. His left hand was covered in a ominous violet flame and covered in black armor like plates giving it the appearance of a demonic claw and in its palm was a bloody heart. To his side his right hand was holding the light from the box. The ritualists watched in shock as horns grew from his head and the black light in his hand begin to take physical shape. An black metal pole with a short jagged obsidian spear point on one end and a large silver and black scythe head on the other. The ritualists were helpless unable to move an muscle under the dominating pressure that was being emitted from the boy.

"He's a Demon!"

"That artifact wasn't one of our Lord's Devil Artifacts!"

"It's His artifact!"

"Escape!" The shouts rang out among the ritualist as they broke free from the pressure. They all turned to run through the forest and disappeared from the clearing. In that instant a dark shadow spread from the young boy's feet and covered the majority of the forest in a mere blink of the eye. The boy vanished with a dim violet flash and moments later a ear piercing scream echoed through the trees.